The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

"Miss Wansora's weakness is Dazai, so I don't know if Dazai's weakness is Miss Wansora."

When Uchiha Wansora left, Mori Ogai said something specious.

Her hand that opened the door paused, looked down at the tiles that were clean enough to reflect a figure, and said, "That's his business."

As soon as she walked out of Mori Ogai's office, she received a text message from Osamu Dazai.

【You were there just now. 】

He used an affirmative sentence.

Uchiha Wansora replied with a question mark.

Osamu Dazai: [I know you are in the office. 】

The personal style of that matter was too strong, and Mori Ogai would never do anything to make A apologize in front of him.

The only thing he can think of is Uchiha Wanzora.

The man who once reprimanded him for his insincere smile, now it's his turn to enjoy the treatment.

He walked forward with his mobile phone in his hand, and everyone he met in the headquarters bowed their heads and said hello to him.

【I am here. 】

"I'm..." He read the two simple words lightly, the corners of his mouth raised.

【where? 】

Osamu Dazai's hair was windless and automatic, and he raised his head.

Silently, a figure emerged in midair, falling slowly from the air like flower petals, and tapped the floor with its toes.

Uchiha Wanku also held a mobile phone in his hand, and pressed his fingers twice randomly.

Osamu Dazai received a reply: [In front of you. 】

Even though the two were standing face to face, they still had to chat on their mobile phones.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: 【I saw it. 】

Uchiha Wansora raised a hand, and there was something hidden in her clenched fist. She didn't speak, but signaled Osamu Dazai to reach out with her eyes.

A pink candy fell into his palm.

Osamu Dazai lip-shaped to her: "Childish ghost."

The forehead was lightly tapped by the other party's curved fingers.

Uchiha Wansora raised his eyebrows, making a gesture to get the candy, but Osamu Dazai quickly stuffed it into his bag and looked at her with a smile.

"I'm going to work, Sora-chan, be good." He stretched out his hand and rubbed Uchiha Wansora's slightly fluffy hair like a cat.

Wansora Uchiha glanced at the gangsters around who seemed to be working but were actually peeking at them, squinted their eyes, and let out a soft snort.

"I have something to do this afternoon, so you can take Meiji and Hao out to eat tonight," she confessed.

Uchiha Wansora is not used to putting things off until later, so she plans to solve this matter today.

Osamu Dazai frowned slightly, and pressed Uchiha Wankong's shoulder, "Is it Mori?"

......"

Before he finished speaking, Uchiha Wansora interrupted him, and explained a lot of things.

"Don't take them to the bar, don't give Haoye dessert, he already has a tooth decay, after dinner, go to the stationery store to buy some liner pens for Meiji, her liner pens are out of water, and the bandages are about to be used up, passing by the pharmacy Remember to buy..."

"Other things, I will take care of them." Without giving Osamu Dazai a chance to speak, she waved to him and left.

Osamu Dazai muttered, "Is this treating me as a babysitter?"

But that would be more troublesome than being a babysitter, right?

Looking at the back of Uchiha Wansora leaving, the darkness in Osamu Dazai's eyes deepened.

Uchiha Wansora went directly to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and approached Taneda Santou.

Is she that calculating?Who wouldn't lose the pot.

Taneda Shantou pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses blocked the flash of light in his eyes: "Okura Yeko's hair? What do you want that thing for?"

Uchiha Wansora sat in front of his desk, playing with the pen in his pen container, and said casually: "Mr. Mori wants to ask me for it, but I have read the law books, so I don't have the guts to attack the police."

Zengtian Shantouhuo almost laughed angrily: "So you came to me?"

Uchiha Wansora nodded, looking at him with dark eyes without blinking, Taneda Santouki could see her seriousness.

"What if I say no?"

Uchiha Wansora shrugged and said indifferently: "Then I can only attack the police, but it just became like this."

Uchiha Wansora made a seal, and with a "bang", after the smoke dissipated, she turned into a young man.

Unfortunately, this young man happened to be the guard brother on duty today in the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

"Or is that so?" Uchiha Wansora continued to use the transformation technique, this time turning into the appearance of Kyoka's father.

He pouted his chin and said, "But attacking the military and police in such a manner will bring trouble to Jinghua's father, right? Then no one will serve the dishes with me."

"It's still better like this."

Under the surprised and shocked eyes of Tan Tian Shantouhuo, another Zhongtian Shantouhuo appeared on the opposite side of the table.

Even the glasses on the bridge of the nose and the shiny bald head are exactly the same.

"What do Mr. Taneda think of this image?" Uchiha Wansora touched his bald head curiously, looking at Santou Taneda with a smile in his eyes.

"It's impossible for them to believe that I will attack the military and police," said Taneda Shantouhuo.

Uchiha Wankong spread his hands: "They believe it or not

That said, but the important thing is that I can't go there. "

"Otherwise, you three parties have a reason to unite to attack me. What can I do? You can't kill me, even if you kill me..."

She bent her eyes and said jokingly, "How can you be sure that I won't be able to return from the realm of the underworld?"

"And you, can you bear Uchiha's anger?"

Taneda Yamatoka repeated in a low voice: "Uchiha's anger?"

Uchiha Wansora stroked his right eye and said with a smile: "My senior was afraid that I would be bullied, so he left me a spear in this eye."

"The name of this spear is the Qiong Spear of Heaven. I wonder if Mr. Geng Tian has heard of it?"

The Spear of Heaven, rumored to be an artifact used by Izanaki and Izanami to stir the chaos on the ground, a drop of water from the spear created the first land.

Taneda Shantouha had naturally heard of the artifact in this fairy tale, so he clenched his hand under the table and looked at her with scrutiny.

Uchiha Wansora blinked his eyes with his appearance, which was obviously a very cute gesture, but at this time a feeling of horror emerged, but at this time no one cared.

"Oh, it's either the real Jade Spear of the Sky, or the move unique to senior is called the Jade Spear of the Sky. I don't know exactly what it does, but it shouldn't destroy the world."

That trick Uchiha Governance has never been used, and Uchiha Wankong is also the same.

Gengtian Shantouhuo took a deep breath: "So, you don't want to confront the military and police?"

Uchiha Wansora nodded: "Anyone can go. Anyway, I can't be the one to sneak attack. I still want to sell takoyaki with peace of mind. I don't want to sell takoyaki one day, and suddenly someone rushes out and knocks my stall down."

Farming Shantouhuo is weighing the pros and cons.

Uchiha Wansora imitated him and touched his chin: "In short, I don't want my current life to be disrupted, so I can only ask Mr. Taneda."

Tandan Shantouhuo sighed: "Come back, it's always weird to look at it like this."

"Did you agree?"

Zhongtian Shantouhuo didn't answer her directly, but said: "Just live your life in peace."

Uchiha Wansora changed back to his own appearance, stretched his waist, and said, "Compared to Mr. Mori, the government staff are indeed more kind."

Taneda Shantou's eyelids twitched, if it weren't for the existence of the three-moment concept, he would definitely—absolutely beat Mori Ogai.

The surgeries and research on supernatural beings have never stopped, especially after the Huang Ba vomiting incident, supernatural skills

The number of masters has increased again, and countless people want to get something through the study of supernatural beings.

Even if there is no Uchiha Wanzo, in order to achieve that goal, Mori Ogai will definitely use more insidious tricks, it is better to solve this matter directly through Uchiha Wanzo.

Moreover, the military and police have mixed opinions on Mori Ogai's becoming a port mafia.

After thinking about this, people from the military and police would come to trouble him, and Zhongtian Shantouhuo couldn't help but want to gnash his teeth.

Finally, he said: "If you entrust someone to do something, you should act like you are entrusting someone to do something, right?"

Uchiha Wansora looked up at him, eyebrows raised high.

"No matter what, you have to buy me a glass of wine." He was so worried about the affairs of the Supernatural Secret Service that his hair fell out, and he couldn't scratch his head, so he could only drink to relieve his worries.

Uchiha Wansora twitched the corners of his mouth: "I'm still a minor."

"Minors can drink with Quan and Sanqi, but can't they drink with me?"

Uchiha Wansora pouted his chin and asked, "No, it's not impossible, but I'm wondering why Mr. Taneda compromised?"

"Because even if I don't do it, you will do it, and if you don't, Mori Ogai will do it, and the methods will only become more and more ruthless." Santou Taneda replied.

"Besides, you also want their research?" Uchiha Wanzo nodded his chin, "Or, people at the higher levels also want it?"

Uchiha Wansora used illusion to extract the content of the black organization and the port mafia transaction from the set of a. After the finished product of that medicine is released, everyone will be moved except for the guy like Osamu Dazai who regards death as the other end of happiness.

"And the responsibility for this matter, Mr. Sen can't bear it, I can't bear it, and you have a way to get rid of the responsibility."

Changtian Shantouhuo was speechless.

Uchiha Wansora once again served the middle-aged man's drinking table.

The location is an izakaya where Taneda Yamatohiko often comes. In the cubicle, a woman in a kimono offers things and leaves.

The room was quiet, neither of them spoke.

Taneda Yamatoka was drinking in silence, and there was a glass of orange juice on the small table in front of Uchiha Wansora, and she was teasing Sanhuamao with the small decorative umbrella on the rim of the cup.

"...Miss Uchiha, do you find it difficult to live?" Taneda Santou poured himself a glass of wine, and took another sip.

Uchiha Wansora pulled out the small paper umbrella from under Sanhuamao's paws, and responded casually: "It's difficult, I didn't do anything here, but you all tried to trick me."

Tandan Shantouhuo smiled wryly: "In the end, I was the one who was threatened every time."

"

Things are unpredictable. "Uchiha Wansora said: "And if your weakness is not the city, you will not be able to be the leader of the Supernatural Secret Service. "

The Ability Secret Service Division is almost an institution specially set up for Yokohama.

If it weren't for worrying about Yokohama, Taneda Santouha wouldn't be so easily threatened by her nonsense Sky Spear.

"There are always things that are unavoidable." Taneda Yamatohiro sighed, looked at Uchiha Wansora with complicated eyes, and asked, "Do you understand, Miss Uchiha?"

Uchiha Wanka stopped his cat-teasing movements, and looked up at him: "No wonder Mr. Taneda wants to buy me a drink today."

"But isn't this kind of thing a personal choice?"

Zhongtian Shantouhuo laughed twice, and said in agreement: "Yes, it is my choice, and I don't know whether it is right or wrong."

Since that day, Uchiha Wansora has never seen Taneda Santou again.

But judging from Mori Ogai's feedback, he should have done the job.

Since that day, Uchiha Wansora has always felt a sense of restlessness in his heart.

She rarely felt this way, the last time she appeared was when the clan started to prepare for Izanami's technique.

Yet life went on as usual.

But one morning, when Osamu Dazai woke up, he found that the little succulent in his flowerpot had died.

He couldn't say that he cared much about this little flower, but he just took care of it occasionally for the sake of writing his name.

The vitality of the plants has always been strong, at least Osamu Dazai never thought that this pot of succulents would suddenly die.

Small plants that had turned translucent sat lifeless on the rim of the canning jar.

Hiroya got up early in the morning, and saw Dazai Osamu squatting by the bay window with his butt pouted, his eyes were loose, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He was used to this guy's sporadic convulsions, bypassing this large obstacle, reached out to touch the soil of his potted flower, and after judging from the moisture of the soil that there was no need to water it, he went to the bathroom with his slippers to wash up.

Everyone in the family takes care of their own flower pots, but his succulent grows the best among the four pots.

Osamu Dazai looked at him sideways, then looked back at his burping flesh, and went back to his room to find Uchiha Wansora.

"My flower died."

He hugged Uchiha Wansora from behind and rubbed against the back of her neck, his voice sounded a little aggrieved.

Uchiha Wansora comforted: "It has gone to the other side of happiness."

"...I know, just thinking that I won't be able to see it in the future, I feel a little bit in my heart.

Pity. " Dazai said softly.

Death also symbolizes parting from the living, never to be seen again.

"I'm wondering if Kong-chan will die suddenly one day."

Uchiha Wansora turned his head to look at him, Osamu Dazai frowned slightly, staring at himself blankly, his fingers still tightly clutching the corner of his clothes.

She swallowed the phrase "everything is unpredictable" and said comfortingly, "Don't think about it, I don't die so easily."

"My flower just died so suddenly."

Uchiha Wansora scratched his hair: "It shouldn't be a sudden death, there is a reason for it?"

"I think I take good care of it! I water it every day."

"Water every day?"

Osamu Dazai nodded: "Yes, I water it every morning before going to work."

"..." Uchiha Wankong was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "I probably know how it died."

She led Osamu Dazai back to the sad bay window, opened the small book of records, and followed the label to the watering project.

The three of them only put a little red tick every so often.

Only Osamu Dazai, glowing bright red, turned the page in a flash.

Osamu Dazai's Hana was completely drowned by himself.

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